"Can't your uncle just smile?" Ji Luoqing looked at the people at the banquet and whispered to Zhao Ziyang.
"No." Zhao Ziyang's freezing voice sounded in Ji Luoqing's ears.
"Why are you smiling like an idiot at me?" Ji Luoqing looked at Zhao Ziyang's face with disgust.
"Try looking at me like that again." Zhao Ziyang said, rubbing his fingers in sweet circles on Ji Luoqing's back. Ji Luoqing jumped up and stared at Zhao Ziyang.
"Mensao!" Ji Luoqing said two words fiercely.
"Thank you for the compliment." After saying that, his fingers pinched Ji Luoqing's back.